SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT ON THE ROAD

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…” (Jack Kerouac, On the Road)

Many years ago I got it into my head that Jack Kerouac wrote On the Road